It couldn’t be taken back. More fear and that nauseous feeling in the stomach wondering if I had finally said too much. How would she take this reve...ation? It was bad enough that I had confessed all my other deep depravities and deep-seated uncertainties. Would this be the last straw?She was silent. Time agonizingly ticked by. I thought, Now I have really done it!I realized that when she finally answered, it was because she was seriously thinking through how best to respond. Not that she hated. Bastard. It's not for my good. You're worried about mehurting you. But... What are you doing to me? How..."I know in your mind, you're a little freaked out and confused rightnow... but don't worry about that either." Renfield advised. "Okay, inyour head you remember yourself as Peter Parker, Spider Man... Butyou're not him. In fact you're not even a him. You're a her. Abiological replica of him, created by me and my team. You're in an R andD facility for the Central Intelligence Agency."I was. When she heard his voice clearly state,"Get you over my knee right now, young lady!"Angela was instantly shocked into a sense of impending disaster because she suddenly remembered she had no knickers on underneath. It would be terribly mortifying to expose her bare bum to the middle-aged teacher and the touch of his fat pudgy hands. The fact that they were alone in an empty classroom worried her that he might get carried away and extract his pound of flesh in an entirely different manner. This. In days gone past he would have pulled out, thinking she was done. But he kept thrusting till finally, she came in another intense climax.He shut the door and they sat quietly, both trying to regain some strength. Trish looked over to him, “I feel like I’m still having small climax’s you know. I want a shower, but I’m going to want you again when I get some strength, I’m so horny. What have they done to me?”“Come on.” Said Dave, as he lifted her up, and carried her across the lounge, out.